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SONGS OF THEN AND NOW 



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LAUPvA MARQUAND WALKER 




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LIBRARY of CONGRESS 
Two Copies Received 

JAN 2 «906 

ff Copyriffbt Entry 
C- CLASS fl, ^XXc. No, 



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Copyright, 1905, 
By Laura Marquand Walker 



CONTENTS. 




Song: The Wind 


1 


To E- H. B.: In Winter with Roses . 


' . 2 


ToE. H. B.: A Dream 


3 


Monterey Bay .... 


. 4 


Quatrain to R. B, . . , 


5 


Sonnet; To R. B. , , . 


. 6 


Song: "As Birds Soar High 


7 


Rondel: After Dobson 


. 8 


The Convict Graves 


9 


ToH. C. B.: Peace 


, 10 


Outward Bound .... 


11 


A Child's Griel 


12 


October ..... 


. 13 


Song: "Blossoms Snowy White " 


14 


Sonnet: Reminded 


. 15 


Paraphrase from Italian Chant 


16-17 


Escape ..... 


. 18 


One Day .... 


19 


To R. B.: Blossoms 


. 20 


Sonnet: November 


21 


A Child s Touch .... 


. 22 


Song: "Over Our Heads" 


23 



CONTENTS (Continued). 

Fireflies 24 

The Humming Bird .... 25 

To F. C. aged nine montlis . . .26 

For E. H. B.: Song of The Meadow Lark 27 

To an Osprey hy the Sea . . .28 

Love ...... 29 

ToS. W. M. 30 

Song of the Apple Bloom . . . 31 

Sonnet to Greta . . . . .32 

Song: "What is Wanting" . . 33 

CONTRASTS. 

L Childhood and Manhood . . .34 

n. Last Year s Golden Rod . . 35 

in. Protection and Need . . .36 

THE SEA. 

L "Give me the Sea ... 37 

IL "The wind blows fresh . . .38 

in. "Pellucid wave with foaming crest" . 38 
Sonnet: Suggested by a Bas-rehef of Victory 39 

A Discovery . , , . . 40 



THE WIND. 

Singing, singing through the pine-trees, 
What the song it sings to me ? 

While is wafted by the cool breeze 
Fragrance clothed in melody. 
Fragrant melody. 

Singing, singing what the heart knows, 
What the joy of life shall be ; 

And I listen while the wind blows 
Fragrance clothed in melody, 
Fragrant melody. 



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TO E. H. B : IN WINTER WITH ROSES 

Would that upon a day 

Not a whole week away, 
I could into thy sweetest presence go 
With hands all full of roses, to bestow 
On thee; and pray that coming years may bring 
Full many joys unto thy heart; where spring. 

Not winter, holds her sway ! 
That heart whose sunny warmth shines on thy friends 
Whose strength unfailingly it ever lends ; 
Whose summer sweetness bids all good things grow. 

Dear, one who loves thee, sends 
Freshest of roses, grown in winter's snow. 



TO E. H. B : A DREAM 

Down garden paths, on a long June day, 
Where hedges of box marked out the way, 
We wandered, dear Love, hand in hand. 
None so happy in all the land. 
Fragrance of roses filled the air: 
Roses red and roses white 
Dropping their petals 'neath our feet. 
Delicate petals rich and fair 
Falling for thee to tread over, Sweet. 
This was a dream I dreamed last night. 

Wonderful treasures met our eyes; 
Larkspurs clad in brightest blue, 
Ladies' delights, a fresh surprise. 
Poppies and gorgeous marigolds too ; 
W^hile over our heads the birds flew fast, 
x\nd the honey bees sought the sweetest flowers ; 
We wished the day forever could last 
With its lilac blossoms and rose-bush bowers. 

Brilliant nasturtiums crept and trailed 
In spots of color, deep yellow and red ; 
Before their glory the balsams paled 
And white of the lilies looked cold and dead — 
The tall, white lilies ! And next to these 
Grew mignonette and bright sweet peas. 
The daylight waned and we bid good-bye 
To the wonderful garden, bearing away 
A pansy or two, to remember the day; 
A pansy for thought, dear, — thou and L 

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MONTEREY BAY 

The black ducks fly across the sky 

In level line; 
The great white gulls the ether ply 

With wings ashine; 
Now high, now low, they come and go 

'Twixt sky and sea ; 
They cleave the air, no bondage know 

So wild and free. 
The black ducks fly in level line, 
The white gulls soar with wings ashine. 

The water raves in darksome caves 

With moan and sigh; 
But out in the light the mighty waves 

With joy dash high; 
On sea and shore, while the waters roar, 

Bright shines the sun. 
The west winds blow and the white gulls soar^ 

And, one by one 
The black ducks fly in level line. 
The wild waves roll with crests ashine. 

California, 1883. 

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TO R. P,.: QUATRAIN 

One little hour in one whole day, 
One day in all the seven; 
Yet in that day, say what ye may, 
I have one hour of heaven. 



[5] 



TO R. B. 

Fair is her face and neantiful her form ; 

Her soul cleaves ever unto highest good; 
Bravely she meets Life's battle and Life's storm, 

This perfect flower of noblest womanhood. 
Beneath her gaze of purity and strength 

All evil fades away. Ah! blest indeed 
Are they who meet her smile ; to them at length 

May come the perfecting of that small seed 
Of good, which deep is laid in every heart. 

But fails full oft to grow, because no care 
And no warm sunshine helps it once to start 

And upward push its way to light and air; 
Yet all unconscious wields she her sweet power. 
O womanhood, she is thy perfect flower! 



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SONG 

As birds soar high 

In the charmed sky 
And far from earth exulting fly, 

My love for you 

Which is old and new 
Wings away through the gray and blue 
Of wintry skies between us two. 

Both new and old 

Is this love I fold 
Deep and safe away from the cold : 

Not old you say! 

Dear heart, each day, 
Though skies be blue, though skies be gi y, 
Older it grows yet new alway. 



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RONDEL 

All day I said, "My love will come tonight," 

And knowing this, my life was sweet and gay ; 

Swiftly the hours sped themselves away 

x\nd nearer drew the time of dear delight 

And faster beat my heart and hope was bright 

As sun went down and left the twilight gray. 

All day I said, '*My love will come tonight!" 

And knowing this, my life was sweet and gay: 

1 seemed to gain in thought love's greatest height. 

And happy was the heart where fair hopes lay. 

The night descended, night without a ray 

Of star or moon. Love came not with his light. 

All day I said, "My love will come tonight." 



[8] 



THE CONVICT GRAVES 

Upon a hillside near a southern town, 

Facing the west, are two long rows of graves ; 
No blade of grass, no tree above them waves, 

No words are cut to tell the dead's renown 
Nor marble monument with text outspread — 

Two long sad rows of graves, and in them lie 
Those known alone by num.ber, not by name. 

By number when they lived, and now when dead; 
Once young and pure, but buried now in shame. 

Yet happy birds above these low mounds fly ; 
The sweet blue sky sheds peace \ Yea, even here 

Soft breezes come and o'er them gently sigh. 
And passing clouds drop many a pitying tear. 



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TO H. C. B. : PEACE 

Ah, what is peace? 

Is it the last, long sleep, 

That slumber deep 
Which turmoil cannot reach, 
Nor tenderest human speech, 
Nor kind nor unkind deed? 

Or is this peace : 

The green fields and the sky, 

With Love anigh, 
While apple blossoms sweet 
Make all the air replete. 
And nowhere is a sound ? 

Or is it peace 

When, midst the world's loud strife, 

A human life. 
Which seeks but others' gain, 
Builds from all joy and pain 
A silent spot for rest ? 



[10] 



OUTWARD BOUND 

O thou great ship, built strong by human hands 

To wrestle with the powers of the deep, 
And bearing precious freight to foreign lands, 

Through the wild peril of the waters keep 
Thy way unharmed ! He at the helm must see 

In dark and light each danger, and with strength 
Of heart and hand must guide thee safe and free. 

With soul deep-stirred I watch, till, far at length, 
Ploughing the distance art thou gone from sight ; 

And I, through all the tumult of the day, 
Am haunted by thy strangely solemn flight; 

An unexplained emotion fills my soul 

W^hilst thou brave ship, f=eekest thy distant goal. 



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A CHILD'S GRIEF 



The lilac blossoms sway in the sunshine 

In clusters mid gray green leaves; 

Gaily the birds sing, hid in the branches 

While her heart silently grieves. 

Grieves while the sky is free from a cloudlet, 

Grieves while the lilac-bloom sweet 

Sways o'er her head and earth and the heavens 

Throb in the Springtime complete. 

Ah little heart wherefore thy pain? 

All shall be joyful again, again 1 

II 

The violets blossom down in the meadow, 

The apple trees bloom in the field ; 

All the world is aglow with gladness ; 

Shall grief in her heart be sealed? 

The bees hum gladly from flower to flower ; 

The earth is all full of its life ; 

The light winds blow a breath from the lilacs ; 

Cease little heart from thy strife ! 

Sad little heart! Wherefore thy pain? 

All shall be joyful again, again! 



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OCTOBER 

Down a pathway mid the corn 
On an early aiitunm morn 
Ran a little happy child, 
Putting arching leaves aside — 
Yellow leaves all crisp and dried — 
Ran this little maiden mild, 
Rustling, rustling through the corn, 
On a fair autunmal morn. 

Quick from out the yellow corn. 
On this quiet, autumn morn 
Sprang a-many blackbirds wild, 
Whirred into the air so high, 
Blackly dotting bluest sky, 
Frightened by this little child 
Who was rustling through the corn 
On a peaceful autumn morn. 



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SONG 

Blossoms snowy white, 
Blossoms pink and bright, 
Scenting all the air, giving sweet delight. 

Blowing on the breeze 
From the loaded trees 
Scenting all the air, what so sweet as these? 

What so sweet as youth. 
Purity and truth? 
Is there aught that's sweeter. One thing is forsooth- 

That is when love true, 
Youth and blossoms too 
Coming all together, make all things anew. 



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REMINDED 

All heedless of the world, in its own ill 

Absorbed and dumb, the heart lies, while the day 

And dark seem but alike ; no single ray 

Of hopeful light breaks through its grief to still. 

It lies alone and helpless, every thrill 

Of bitter pain which holds it in such sway 

Seems a sweet sign that death will not delay; 

But life holds strong, and with unconscious skill 

The mind takes note of all, keenly the ear 

Hears every slightest noise; the half-closed eye 

Sees every pattern on the wall ; each line 

Is cut upon the brain in figures fine; 

Long years elapse, one thinks the grief laid by, 

A sight, a sound, the old hard pain is here. 



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THE PICTURE OF BACCHUS AND ARIADNE 

Paraphrase from a Chant by Lorenzo de Medici 



How beautiful is Youth, how soon it flies : 
Let those who seek dehght, seek it ere long; 
Tomorrow may not come when this day dies ; 
O Youth be bold and strong ! 

II 

We are deceived by time which hastens by ; 
But these two, bound in endless love, and deep, 
Forever happy are while each is nigh ; 
And on their joy sweet nymphs attendance keep. 
Let those who seek delight, seek it ere long; 
O Youth be bold and strong! 

Ill 

Ga)^ little satyrs on fair nymphs do spy. 
And snares within the caves and woods they build ; 
Then, thrilled by Bacchus do they leap full high 
And dance, for all the air with joy is filled. 

Let those who seek delight, seek it ere long ; 
O Youth be bold and strong. 



LIB] 



IV 



Maidens and lovers young, let Bacchus live! 
Long life to love ! Let each one play and sing ! 
May flames of love the heart sweet pleasure give ! 
Swift end to pain and sadness let us bring! 

Let those who seek delight, seek it ere long; 
O Youth be bold and strong! 
Tomorrow may not come when this day dies; 
How beautiful is Youth ! How soon it flies ! 



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ESCAPE 

Airy and light, drifting so slow, 

Drifting softly, I see 
Coming through air the feathery snow 

Of the milk-weed unto me. 

Scarcely I feel its touch so light; 

See, 'tis wafted away; 
Grasp it I can not in its flight; 

'Tis far on the wind at play. 

Like to a love which the heart doth know 

Within itself to be. 
Swiftly cold reason pursues, and lo ! 

Love flutters his wings and is free. 



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ONE DAY 

We peer into the darkness and find nought 
But darkness, great, impenetrable, still, 
Immensity past any finding out, until 

Each one alone into its midst be brought 

Perhaps to know the fulness of it all 

In one short moment. Many times a year 

We at our work pause awe-struck, when a call 
From out the Unseen bids some worker near 

Obey and come. Tliis darkness will be spanned 

One day by light ; we too shall understand. 



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TOR. B: BLOSSOMS 

When the blossoms come in May, 
Then my lady will away ! 
Fair her spirit as the flowers 
In the scented orchard bowers 
Where her praises birds will sing 
And the branches petals fling 
At her feet; 

My Lady Sweet. 

So when orchards bloom in May, 
Then, ah ! then, she will away. 
There, 'mid flowers pink and white. 
Will she breathe the spring's delight 
And the heaven-born gentle breeze 
Will bring incense from the trees. 
To her shrine, 

O Ladv mine ! 



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NOVEMBER 

Over the earth a carpet rich is spread 

Of red-brown leaves. A Httle, merry child 
Walks down a long wood path with rustling tread, 

Ploughing through drifts of leaves which high are piled. 
The autumn winds have left the poor old trees 

Naked to meet the winter with its snows 
And cruel blasts of cold ; the dear child sees 

Nought but the beauty of the world and knows 
Not cold or sadness. Ever in heaps brown 

She spies first red, then yellow leaves more bright, 
rind quickly adds them to her leafy crown 

Which close she weaves with youthful, pure delight. 
She dreads no winter; all her days are sweet, 
This little child, whose life is joy replete. 



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A CHILD'S TOUCH 



Weary and sad-hearted was I then, dear; 

You but a child and full of love and life^ 

You so glad-hearted came to where I stood — 
Came as a sun gleam into some dark wood 

To light its shadow ; I deep in my strife 

Knew not at first your loving heart was near. 

II 

Then gently crept your little hand so fair 
Into my own which tired, hopeless hung, 

And with a touch so soft and clinging came 

A change into my heart and w4th great shame 
At my lost courage, hope within me sprung 

And fresher life and greater strength to bear. 



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SONG 

Over our heads the sky is bright and clear, 

We walk through woods and fields together dear, 

While heavenly breezes blow, 

And tender leaves at play 

Upon their branches sway, 

With whispers soft and low. 

Our joy, our love is ever more complete, 
The air is full of odors rich and sweety 
Each little living thing 
A fresher joy doth lend, 
Each bird upon the wing. 
Each sound the wind doth bring. 
Says, ^'Love shall never end." 



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FIREFLIES 

A dark and quiet night; 
No sound disturbs the air; 
No moon's great loving Hght ; 
No shimmer from stars bright; 

Darkness is everywhere 
Save in the fields below 
Where flashes come and go 
From many a tiny spark 
Which cannot light the dark, 

Only the blackness show. 



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THE HUMMING-BIRD 



There is a silence in this summer day, 

And in the sweet, soft air no faintest sound 

But gentle breezes passing on their way, 

Just stirring phantom branches on the ground; 

While in between the soft!}- moving leaves, 

Down to their shadows on the grass below, 

The brilliant sunshine finds its way, and weaves 

A thousand patterns glancing to and fro 

A peace ineffable, a beauty rare 

Holds human hearts with touch we know divine; 

When, hush ! a little tumult in the air, 

A rush of tiny wings, a something fine 

And frail darting in fiery haste, all free 

In every motion; scarce we've seen or heard 

Ere it is gone ! How can such swiftness be 

Incarnate in an atom of a bird? 

To know this mite, one instant poised in space, 

Scarce tangible, yet seen, then vanishing 

From out our ken, leaving no slightest trace! 

Ah, whither gone, you glowing, jewelled thing? 

Before you came the very air seemed stilled ; 

More silent now because with wonder filled! 



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TO F. C : AGED 9 MONTHS 



This is the baby, the heart's dehght, 

She of the deep blue eyes 
And the tiny, white hands, with their strongest might, 

CrumpHng the roses red and white. 

Each petal a fresh surprise. 

Strong little baby, see how she throws 
The rose leaves far and wide. 

What is she herself but a little pink rose? 
Surely the prettiest one that grows 
Though we search the world so wide ! 

Sweetest of babies under the sun 

Clad in her long, white gown 
And with dimpled, small hands, tearing one by one 

Petals of roses, O ! such fun ! 

As they lightly flutter down ! 

Such a dear baby, rosebud complete, 

Rose with never a thorn ! 
She is soft and silky from head to her feet. 

Surely nothing could be so sweet ; 

We bless the day she was born ! 



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FOR E. H. B • SONG OF THE MEADOW LARK 

Sweet is thy song, thou minstrel of the meadow, 
Here where the grass is green beneath our feet ; 
Sweet are th}- notes—ah ! if she could but hear them 
If by my words I might thy song repeat ! 

Softly the rain falls, soft the bird is singing. 
Greener the grass grows, winter here seems spring. 
Softly the snow falls, eastward where my loved one. 
Knows not the joys these warmer winters bring. 

Through long, cold winters hearts keep warm and loving ; 
Where soft the birds sing, too they warmly beat. 
In every season, all the great world over, 
Comes love to many, ever new and sweet ! 

Far would I send to her who is my dearest, 
Deep to her heart the music that I heard; 
Far, could I catch and hold but for a moment 
The low and wondrous love-song of that bird! 



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TO AN OSPREY BY THE SEA 

Strong pinion poising in mid air, 

And piercing eye that plumbs the deep, 

From sandy shore I see thee keep 

Thy watch and then the great plunge dare. 

With fluttering, wet-winged strength at last 

Thou, weighted with thy prey, dost rise 

And in thy talons holding fast. 

Go soaring homeward through the skies. 



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LOVE 

\s the night flies downward and holds the earth 

In quiet and darkness and rest, 
One heart in the silence its great love knows, 
Which by daylight was unconfest; 
And with rapture it glows, 
While alone in the stillness 
Which gave it birth, 
With holy strength it grows. 



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TO S. W. M. 

There is a quiet spot within my heart: 
Heart Haven is its name; thereto I go. 
Around, Hfe's stream of turbulence may flow 
While there I rest and let all noise depart; 
And there is precious love of noble friends 
And there my high ideal ; there thoughts of thee 
Thrill all my soul with sweetest memory 
And mould my life unto more perfect ends. 



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SONG OF THE APPLE BLOOM 

Beautiful billows of blossoms, 
Rolling o'er orchard trees, 

Pink and white foam of the blossoms. 
Floating away on the breeze ! 

Would I were fair apple blossoms, 
Sung to and loved by the bees. 

Would that my life might be sweeter, 
Fairer and rosy like these ! 

Would I might rest here forever, 

Bathed in these apple bloom seas ! 

Here 'mid the wealth of the orchard. 
In silence, save sound of the beees. 

Billows of beautiful blossoms. 
Sweeping o'er orchard trees, 

Pink and white foam of the blossoms. 
Blowing away on the breeze ! 

Would I were sweet apple blossoms, 
Sung to and loved by the bees ! 



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TO GRETA 

Dear happy child, roaming green fields among. 

And seeing from afar each tiniest flower, 

With deft hands gathering! Such is youth's fair dower 

To find and grasp the joys which wide are flung, 

lb know those bird-songs sweetest ever sung, 

Which greet the ear in sunny childhood's hour. 

Strive child, in graver years to keep that power 

Of seeing from afar where flowers have sprung, 

And seek and find them though the ground look bare, 

Though mist is in thine eyes and far the way ! 

For God has planted beauty everywhere. 

It may be seen on even the saddest day. 

The fairest flowers the darkest earth e'er yields. 

With faith and love dear child, go search the fields. 



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SONG 

What is wanting to completeness 
When the air is full of sweetness, 
From the blossoms on the trees, 
Sun and springtime, bright birds winging, 
Quivering branches, petals flinging 
White and broadcast on the breeze? 

What is wanting, do you wonder ; 
Dare you lift the veil and under 
Come and seek the thought so dear? 
Shall I tell you ? You are smiling ; 
Yes — 'tis truth, and no beguiling 
When I tell you — Love is here! 



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CONTRASTS 

I 

CHILDHOOD 

Behold a child where golden rod grows high 
Above his golden head. Small flowers half hid 
Within the grass he sees ; above, the sunny sky 
Sheds radiance on his innocence ; and 'mid 
All beauty, knowing nought of life, he smiles. 

MANHOOD 

Behold a man of fifty summers prime 
Standing 'mid growing things with grave, sad eye 
Knowledge is his, and the firm hand of Time 
Has deeply marked his brow ; behind him lie 
Darkness and light ; before him — what God wills. 



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II 

LAST YEAR'S GOLDEN ROD 

On the hillside in the spring time 
'Minding one of late fall'n snow, 
Hoosatonias, freshest, fairest, 
Of all earthly flowers grow. 
Surely like our purest feelings. 
Like our first love's sweet revealings 
Do these star-eyed darlings glow. 

Tall, stark sentinels above them, 
Straiglit their withered stalks uphold, 
Golden rods, whose solemn warnings 
Tell of biting winters cold. 
Age, with loss and sad declining, 
Youth, with hope immortal shining; 
So grow young things with the old. 



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Ill 

PROTECTION 

Pressed close, its firm young cheek against her own, 
A mother holds her child ; 

Without, the storm 
Tears at the window with its shriek and moan 
And through the dark night, throbs in passion wild, 

While close and warm 
In sleep's sweet silence rests the little child. 

NEED 

In broad noonday and under bluest skies, 
While peace is in the air, 
Cold stormy night 
Fills full the soul of him who lonely cries, 
"O Mother ! hold me from my dark despair 

With thy dear might!" 
He turns to find her — all is empty air ! 



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THE SEA 



GIVE ME THE SEA 

Give me the sea, with its roaring, tumultuous v/aves ; 
Give me the rocks where it dashes, and beats in its pain; 
Give me fierce sounds of winds, and the incoming waters ; 
Give me the far reaching stretch of the Hmitless main. 
In through the doors of my heart force thy way, O thou Mighty ! 
Pour thou, O Sea, with the noise of thy endless refrain! 
Flood me with courage, with strength and the beaut}^ of living; 
Fill me with feeling and passion yet once more again. 
Then some day, with calm sunshine from in and about thee. 
Thy waters all rippling, all calmly awash on the shore. 
With pink sails alight, and scarcely in motion before me, 
Fill then my soul with thy peace and thy quiet once more. 

Pigeon Cove, 1902. 



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II 

THE WIND BLOWS FRESH 

The wind blows fresh, and the wind blows wide, 

As I wait and watch the incoming tide. 

O breath of the ocean, coming to me, 

Give of the mighty strength dwelling in thee ! 

Give of the power, the calm and the deep; 

But the fret and the stress and the storm thou mayst keep. 

Ill 

PELLUCID WAVE WITH FOAMING CREST 

Pellucid wave with foaming crest 
Curving and breaking on the land. 
When will thy great heart be at rest? 
Not till the earth and rocky shore 
Are swept away at thy command; 
When rolling grandly evermore, 
Great billowy waves of boundless sea 
Shall stretch through all Eternity. 

Come, New Jersey, 1905. 



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SUGGESTED BY A BAS-RELIEF OF VICTORY 

Straight as an arrow flies, so ran the maid, 

Nor backward glanced; but brave and swift and strong 

Bounded to her far mark. Once there, the thong 

That held her sandals, loosed she and delayed 

To rest, victorious, for her haste repaid. 

So must we speed our courses, short or long; 

Hard pushed we run and if some angel song 

Be in the air, or sounds that make afraid 

Our very souls, still onward are we prest. 

Mayhap she chose her race; but ours is run 

However weak the flesh and faint the heart; 

No choice have we and cannot shirk our part. 

Nor yet until our life-long race be done 

Cry "Victory !" loose the sandal thong, and rest. 



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A DISCOVERY 



I sought to see the depths of a rose, 

A rose of pearl pink dye, 
Whose petals would but half unclose 

Their sweetness to my eye, 
And whisp'ring said I, "Oh ! fair flower, 

With heart like flush of morn, 
Teach me the secret of the power 

Within thy petals born !" 

II 

The noonday sunshine glowed apace, 

The rose was bathed in lights 
And opened wide with stately grace 

Her heart of tender might. 
Then from within there softly stole 

A gleaming, lambent flame; 
Thus to the dimness of my soul 

A wondrous knowledge came. 



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